The further and continuing adventures of the girl who sat in the back of your homeroom, reading and daydreaming.

Tuesday, June 30, 2009

Count What?

Britain's Queen Elizabeth is preparing to have her swans counted.

Please oh please, let this be one of those charmingly British turns of speech for some common and unpleasant task, oh, pleeese. "'Avin' me swans counted," she said, and everyone remembered how chilly the instruments always were, not to mention the noise....

Aw, rats, no. They're counting. Actually counting. Swans. Unh, okay. I try not to judge. Even if the official name for this process is "Swan Upping," painful as that sounds.

...ponder...

Holyhowlingheck, the Brits have got a Swan Warden! Do we even have, like, a cygnet Czar? Bet not.

UPDATE: Dustbury posted this and I am shamelessly stealing it. I howled.

"I saw to what extent the people among whom I lived could be trusted as good neighbors and friends; that their friendship was for summer weather only; that they did not greatly propose to do right; that they were a distinct race from me by their prejudices and superstitions."